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Okay. Avanti. Avanti.

- Abeni. - Abeni?

Abeni Bankole.

Abeni Bankole.

Good boy, Isaiah.

My -- My children...

How long will we be here?

As soon as we get through this.

Your husband. He died in the crossing?

He died from his burns.

The chemicals from the fuel... on the boat.

I could not even touch him...

...my husband...

...because of the chemical burns on his body.

What's with the numbers?

It's my phone number.

If they get lost from me.

I am all they have.

I am submitting an application for asylum for you.

If the application is accepted,

you will be granted asylum and protection in Ireland.

While the case is being assessed, you and your children

will be housed in temporary accommodation

called a direct provision center...

...where your basic needs of food and shelter

will be provided.

Our new home will be this place now.

How long will it take

before I know if we can stay in your country, sir?

The processing can take a number of weeks...or months.

Mum?

Mum!

I need an example of onomatopoeia.

Fuck off! Get out! You can't be barging in here!

Ma!

Isaiah, I hope you are not sending naked pictures

of yourself to girls.

No, I'm not.

It's against the law. You will get into trouble.

It's not against the law, and I'm not sending anything.

Tell him to get out.

Isaiah, you are breaking the curfew again.

Ma, I need a life. I'm meeting people.

Who? Who are you meeting?

Friends.

You will get us all into trouble.

Please, Ma.

I have to work tonight.

Help Oba with his homework, and you can go.

But be back before curfew, okay?

Yeah. Thanks, Ma.

Go on, then.

I need to use onomatopoeia in a sentence,

like the word sounds like what it does.

Yeah. I know what it means.

The bomb goes boom!

Fuck.

As-salamu alaykum.

As-salamu alaykum.

Is the scene preserved?

Get whatever S.H.O. was on

to give us as many uniforms as he can spare.

I'll let the super know.

Don't tell me you were in there on your own.

Go on, then.

Stop looking at me. I'm all right.

Super's coming down now.

Got a few of the hacks on the way.

I can look after them if you want.

Looking for a job in the press office now, are you, Fitzy?

It's all set up in there for you.

What's that building there?

I think it's something to do with the incinerator.

It's a water treatment plant.

And that?

It's a direct provision center for refugees.

It's the only time in the day

there's no waiting in line for the washing machine.

But you were working the night, Abeni.

When do you sleep?

I can't sleep.

I can't ever sleep.

What is wrong, Samir?

The world is a bad place, Abeni.

Isaiah! You dey kolo!

It is daytime already. Get up!

Shu'gba!

You did not even clean, butty.

Ma, you see this?

-All the guards. -I know.

Come away from the window, Oba.

Someone has been killed.

Isaiah.

Please come away from the window.

Do you think it's someone from here, Mum?

I hope not.

Check the buses for dash-cam CCTV.

-All right, Inspector. -How are you, Macken?

-How long have you been here? -Since early.

Just got the call after the breakfast, so.

Thanks be to fuck.

It's hard to eat after seeing that.

What's the story with the body? Has she been ID'ed?

No, not yet. No ID on her.

She's a black girl. Looks foreign.

Inspector Clouseau here.

She asked, didn't she? Smart mouth.

No phone?

No phone, no bank cards. Nothing.

-Just empty wallet inside there. -She was robbed?

Except there's money inside, in her jacket.

She looks like she's been battered.

A shot of that for me.

Cig? Super's here.

Don't ask me too much. I'm not long here.

Was it done here?

No.

It hasn't rained. Nothing to wash the blood away.

She was moved.

Her primary wound was still bleeding a little

when she was left here.

She wasn't dead?

Super.

I have a press conference in 20 minutes.

Any updates for me?

We're getting cameras off buses.

Hopefully someone in the direct provision center across the way

knows who she is.

What can you give me?

Resources are tight.

You see.

Yeah? We're always tight.

I'd like Detective Fitzgerald on board for this one.

The dash cams from the buses will be with us this afternoon.

We driving?

Sure. Why the hell not?

Come on if you're coming.

Manager's name is Wayne...

Sorry. I can't find it.

Where the hell is it? Sorry.

Where the hell is it?

Deevy, Wayne.

Wayne Deevy. How are youse?

Jesus. It's mad. Unbelievable.

Your colleague was filling me in about the bus stop.

You think it could be one of ours?

Is anybody missing?

Jesus. I don't think so.

Hopefully not. We'll go inside.

Have you CCTV on the front gate?

Yeah. No. I mean, there was.

It's not working now. It's supposed to work.

Same as yourselves. Cutbacks, you know?

Any other CCTV on the premises?

- Yeah. - And on the grounds?

It's in places, you know?

It's not 100 percent, but you know yourselves.

Now...

Eve, you couldn't get us some teas and coffees?

Eve's from Syria.

I think she's a Kurd.

Not 100 percent certain, but I think she is.

Want to come into the office? Yeah? A bit more privacy.

Dean?

You couldn't give us the room a minute there, Dean?

Cheers.

How many people are staying here?

67, more or less.

What do you mean, more or less?

Well, I think it's 67. I mean, it was last week.

But sometimes some of them are sent home

and there's others replacing them.

So more or less, you know?

Esme.

Esme.

I have some photos here to show you.

You might find them distressing.

Esme?

Esme?

Do you know who it is?

Yeah, I do.

It's Esme. Esme Lukasa.

Oba.

There's that bogey fuck from before.

Red top.

Just look at him. He keeps watching everything.

I scored a goal! Yay!

Are you okay?

Will you do me a favor?

Go down to the car. There's painkillers in my bag.

Izzy.

How are you, my friend?

Good?

I still can't believe it, Samir.

What are they still doing here?

Tomorrow they come to talk to us.

Why? What for?

Because they are the mustache.

They're fucking cops.

In Algeria, you always have a small man

who loves to be a big man.

Les Moustaches.

"Who are you? What do you do?

Yeah. You. What do you do?"

Fuck you. Fuck you, man. Eat shit."

I swear. Wallah.

The whole world, les keufs.

You have money?

No problem. They don't come near you.

You have nothing? Pshh.

Putain.

Remember.

- Oba. Oba. - See you later Samir.

Yeah. See you later.

Yeah. The computer keeps crashing on us, so --

I mean, we have the DVD backup system,

but I don't know what you'll find there.

It's not cataloged at all?

Not really, no.

Well, how far does it go back?

Usually about seven days.

But the system we have being erratic,

-you could be missing days. -I need them all.

Yeah. Game ball.

I'll have it ready for you soon as.

If you want, I can have a gander at it myself,

just see if there's anything fuckin' peculiar on it --

you know, anybody acting odd or what have you

that you mightn't know 'cause you don't know them.

If you can get that to me as soon as you can.

Any logbooks you might have.

Yeah. Tomorrow. First thing.

You all right, Ma?

I am sorry that I cannot give you a proper house, Isaiah.

What are you talking about?

We're grand. Who needs a house anyways?

I did not think we would be in this place for so long.

It is not a home.

Ma.

The guards are going through her room.

What?

What is it?

I kind of sent Esme photos on my phone for a laugh.

Ma, I was only having a laugh with her, though.

The naked pictures?

No. They weren't -- They weren't naked.

I had a towel around me.

Ma, I swear I didn't do anything.

The pictures will be on her phone?

Yeah.

Did Esme send you pictures?

Show me.

Show me.

Show me the ones you sent to her.

-No, Ma. -Show me.

-Ma, I don't -- -Isaiah.

I can't. I don't have them.

They'd be on her phone, though.

Should I say anything to the guards if they ask?

No.

Were you sleeping with Esme?

No. No, I wasn't.

Ma, I swear I didn't do anything.

It was all jokes.

It is important to be polite to the Garda.

But we must not be associated with this.

They could send us back to Nigeria

if they think we are undesirable.

What? How?

By plane, stupid.

I'm more Irish than I am Nigerian.

Oba doesn't even remember the place.

Yes!

They could send us back if they so wish.

There is nothing you want to tell me?

Look at me.

Till we trawl through CCTV,

this is all the information we have.

Her phone is missing, but if we establish a number,

we can ascertain who she was in contact with before she died.

I want us searching on social media.

Let's find out about her life.

-What's the special? -Lasagna.

I would like a T-bone steak. A big one.

Do you want the lasagna?

Do you want peas and veg?

Now, son, what will you have?

I will have a Big Mac.

-And what's the pasta? -Bolognese.

Will you have chips with that?

Samir. Samir, do you have a sec?

I'm waiting for my T-bone steak.

I think we're stuck for translators.

-Can you give us a dig-out? -What will you pay me?

What? No. No. It's to help the guards.

You know, if you're needed.

People might assume they're being deported.

Everybody knows it's about Esme.

You speak most African languages, don't you?

I speak Arabic and -- and French.

Yeah, that's it. Good man.

I have another translator sorted if you need it.

Who? What, your man in red?

Yeah. Samir. Yeah. He's from Algeria.

Where is Macken?

Jesus Christ.

Niamh, go and see what he's doing.

-What have you got? -Lasagna or pasta.

Can I have the both?

-What? -You're fucking eating?

It's free.

We're waiting on the lunch anyway

to talk to the foreigners.

- Do you want dessert? - What have you got?

Crumble with custard.

Go on. Fuck it.

I'll be over to you in a minute.

There's three of you here?

This one room?

How many years?

Eight years.

And how long has Esme been your neighbor?

She has been here approximately one year.

Do you know if she had a boyfriend or...

-Not here. -Somewhere else?

No. I mean she did not have a boyfriend that I knew of.

I did not know her very well.

Isaiah, is it?

Did you know Esme?

Yeah.

It's all right.

It's not a crime to know someone, okay?

He's doing his Leaving Certificate next year.

He studies, mostly. He wants to go to college.

What was she like?

She was cool.

She was real, like... innocent or something.

Even though she'd been through...You know what I mean?

When you have come to this country,

you go through many hardships.

When was the last time you saw Esme?

Maybe a couple of days ago.

Do you know if she was here the night before last?

Did you see her that night, Isaiah?

Isaiah went out.

With his friends.

But he was back before curfew.

Curfew? What time is curfew?

-We have to be in before 10:00. -Ten?

Do you ever break curfew, Isaiah?

You must do. I know I would.

Do you know who Esme would have been friendly with?

Not personally, but I used to see them around...

-So she was from West Africa? -She was from Nigeria.

I did not know her so well.

I'd see her sometimes, but I did not know her.

She was like a ghost.

She was not around.

What did you say?

I said she was like a ghost.

She was always going out and coming in.

I...don't know what else to tell you.

Sorry. I just need to grab somebody.

Samir, my brother.

Later, my friend. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Later.

Hey!

Hold up there.

Hey.

What?

We're just walking.

Or you are following me.

You're storming off there.

I'm not paid to be your translator

and translate stupid questions about Esme.

You know Esme yourself?

I'm asking a question.

No.

No, you -- you didn't know her?

No, I'm not answering your question.

Don't walk away from me!

It's a simple question!

I will not answer your question.

You look at me all the time.

All the time I see you watching me like I'm a bad man.

Well, you're acting very suspicious.

What? How?

What were you doing the night before last?

So you're refusing to answer my questions.

I answer the question, but not from you.

You're not going to answer my questions?

Did you know her? Did you know the victim?

Hey! Fuckin' bollocks!

What is wrong with you?

The woman smiles at you and you tell her everything.

I didn't say anything.

You act like you know Esme, like she was your girlfriend.

You fuckin' prick! That's assault!

You're getting done now!

Fitzer! Calm.

-He assaulted me! -Calm.

He's the one that wants to stay calm.

I need you, please, to calm down and cooperate.

Ma! Ma! They're arresting Samir!

What are you doing?! Get off of him!

-Isaiah! -Step back!

-Get off him! Leave him alone! -Step the fuck back, you!

-Back! -Calm!

-All right! -He assaulted me!

What are you hiding here?!

What have we got here?

Look at what the pervert has here.

That's enough!

Take off the cuffs.

I'm gonna take the handcuffs off now.

If you could remain calm.

I mean, what kind of fucker has this shit under his bed?

"Ebony Babes"?

This your thing, is it?

Pervert.

Fuck's sake. Leave it.

I'm sure you have worse on your phone.

Get out.

You all right, Samir?

That man's a fucking animal.

You okay?

Go with your mother, brother.

Go.

Are you sure?

You know we're next door if you need anything.

Thank you, sonny.

I'm not a pervert.

I'm not even a man.

How many times have I asked them to fix the mold?

Kilode?

How many times?

It is the same for Samir, for all of us.

How long are we going to wait for them, Isaiah?

How long?

Always waiting.

Not allowed to work. Not allowed to cook.

I cannot breathe!

Wait here.

That's the most of them done, I think.

There's another 12 waiting to be talked to,

but most of them are the Rohingya.

I'd say you won't get a lot out of them.

We'll be the judge of that.

Yeah. We want to talk to everybody.

How we getting on with that CCTV?

Yeah. It's on the way.

The only thing is,

there's kind of a slight issue with the logbook.

I need to talk to you about the condition of the rooms upstairs.

What?

The mold is back in the room --

on the ceiling, all over the windows.

We cannot breathe in there. The air is bad.

The air is bad? Are you for real, Abeni?

Are you actually bringing that up with me now? Today?

Do you think today has been any worse for you than for us?

My God. Are you having me on here?

-Look. I have a situation here. -I ask you all the time.

-There's nothing I can do! -It is not acceptable!

Your units are the oldest. It's getting done.

You need to get rid of the mold.

-The room is -- is damp. -It's not.

You need to replace the windows. We cannot live like this.

I'm not replacing the windows, Abeni.

I know you don't experience damp where you come from,

but I've told you before, it's fairly commonplace in Ireland.

What do you mean, where she comes from?

I mean she's not from here. She's from Nigeria, I think.

-It's not being racist. -You're a fuckin' prick, Wayne.

Do you know that? You actually are.

I'm not doing anything. I'm just talking to him.

All right, guys. Let's bring it down a notch.

-See the shit I'm dealing with? -Dealing with?

-You don't deal with anything. -Isaiah, stop!

You get your fat fucking check and you fuck off!

This place is a fucking kip! Do you know that?!

-It fucking is! -That's enough!

Stop!

Abeni, I'll send somebody up later today.

Okay?

You get no gratitude with some of them.

You know. Full-time job.

You should not have gotten angry with him.

I'm not gonna let him talk to you like that.

Yes, but it's different.

You are a man.

You are. And it could have been trouble.

I didn't do anything anyways.

You have to control your temper.

I did, though. I didn't punch him, did I?

Hitting people is no solution.

I was trying to explain it to you before I was interrupted.

I was going through the logbook,

and, I mean, you know, in all the rigmarole, you know...

I have a new lad I'm training here for nighttime security.

He's off sick, the thing is, so --

-Will you just get on with it? -Yeah.

So the thing is... another girl didn't clock in.

What do you mean?

I mean another girl didn't come back.

Ma.

Are you okay, my little man?

It will be all fine.

- This place is a shithole. - Yes, Isaiah.

It is a shithole.

Ma.

I mean this country.

In every country, you have good and bad people.

You have to be careful.

I'm 17, Ma. I can handle myself.

You have to be careful.

You have the guards, and now you have made an enemy.

Who? Wayne?

He's harmless.

He's not harmless.

Flora Adeyemi.

Age?

Twenty, it says here.

Where was she from?

Nigeria.

Where in Nigeria?

Benin City.

Where was Esme from?

Nigeria.

Can you look up and see if it was the same place?

It was...Benin City as well.

You were looking for me?

- Yeah, but... - Should I come back later?

Yeah. Will you? Thanks.

I don't understand

how it seems this girl hasn't been seen for two days...

...and we're only getting the information now.

There's two log-in books.

-Two? -Yeah.

I don't understand.

Normally there's only one, okay?

But the main one was lost temporarily for a week or two.

It wasn't lost. It couldn't be found.

Someone put it somewhere.

So we were using a second one

while we couldn't find the first one.

But then we found the first one,

but people were still using the second one

'cause it was still there even if they couldn't find the first.

As I was saying to...

There was a new security lad in last night,

and he must have been using the wrong book,

which is why it seems that Flora was in when she wasn't.

Was she friends with Esme?

I can't be sure.

I want to keep this tight for now, okay?

I don't want the rest of the team knowing about this girl.

- Okay. - Why?

Because I don't want it to leak out.

I don't want anyone to know.

Not even Cole.

You think she's connected to the victim?

I don't know, but she's unaccounted for.

I don't know if they were friends,

but we have to assume they're connected.

Ideally, she shows up

and we can see if she's a person of interest.

If she's a witness, I don't want her to getting spooked,

so keep it tight for now.

Tea?

No.

Is he hungry?

No.

But you can feed him if you wish.

Not too much.

He's a greedy bird.

Thanks.

Tea?

Will that not scald him?

No. It is cold.

What, he likes tea?

He likes mint tea.

Maybe it's sugar.

Yeah. Come.

Say "Salam." "Salam."

"Salam." Easy. Easy.

He's a beaut.

Come on, baby. It's time to sleep.

Greedy bird.

I'm heading into town later.

Do you want anything?

No.

Do you want to come?

I'm okay here. Thank you, brother.

All right. Look, I'll talk to you, yeah?

I'll talk to you.

Are you ready, Oba?

You are taking too long in there.

Don't come in.

I am coming in.

Oba.

What have you got?

Show me.

Oba, what is this?

It's nothing.

Allahu akbar.

Sorry.

The windows for the mold.

Just giving them a once-over. I'll be in and out.

It's only a temporary fix,

but a bit of silicone should do it for the moment.

I'll be back in a sec.

This won't come off now.

I'm sorry.

Who told you about this?

I remember.

You don't remember.

Isaiah told you about this.

You don't have to write my number anywhere on you.

We are not on the boat.

But if I die, they can ring you.

God forbid, you are not going to die.

You are safe, kekere.

I won't let anything happen to you.

You all right?

Give me a second.

-Any luck with her phone? -Nothing.

What about social media?

Not much.

Found her on Instagram.

She used to post every couple of days but nothing this week.

That's not good.

Gotcha.

Epidural hematoma

caused by trauma to the temporal bone.

She'd have been stunned at first, concussed.

Between attack and time of death,

I'd estimate three to four hours.

There are various other wounds,

um, some fresh bruising along the forearm.

Could she have been saved

if she was taken to a hospital?

Maybe.

There was recent vaginal and anal sexual activity.

Sorry. My blood sugar's low.

Rape?

Inconclusive.

The wounds she has

aren't consistent with typical defensive wounds.

No semen. No DNA.

She looks so young.

On that -- So I can carbon-date the eyes,

but from the teeth and the size of the skull,

I'm adjusting my estimation.

Mid-teens.

I'd guess...17.

Seventeen?

She was just a kid.

Sorry. I didn't check it back in yet.

Can you not call or text like a normal person?

Well, you don't answer your texts.

Sexy PJs.

I like.

Well, you're not getting any, if that's what you're thinking.

I'm just checking in, see what the story is with you.

I thought you were dead.

Yeah. On purpose.

I had a rough day.

Yeah, I know.

That black bird was done in.

Can you not call her that?

-What? -"That black bird."

Sorry.

That's her?

Yeah.

You're making a lot of noise.

Samir?

How was the party?

You stink of beer, my friend.

It's better not to drink too much.

Or smoke. Give us a toke on that.

In another life, you could be my son, Izzy.

Nah.

What are you doing out here anyways?

I'm waiting for the women to get dressed.

I'm like the Peeping Tom.

Samir.

I can't sleep.

I can never sleep.

Does that not help, no?

Not really.

It's all fucked up, isn't it?

"When life is turning upside down,

how do you know that the side you are used to

is better than the one to come?"

That's a cool one.

Who said that?

Rumi. He was a poet.

A wise man.

I think he smoked a lot of hashish.

Go, before your mother wakes up.

What's your man? The one that said that.

Rumi.

"When life is turning upside down..."

"...how do you know that the side you are used to

is better than the one to come?"

Nice one.

Have a nice dream, bro.

Isaiah.

Isaiah.

What?

Can you hear it?

Birdsong.

Samir.

Samir.

Samir.